That day should of been the day I should of confronted my problems.

That day I should of said something.

That day I was hurt.

That day was my downfall.

It was like a snowball effect.

You pick up one thing,

It leads to another

And another one

And another one

Until you have no control and bringing everything down with you.

Love was my downfall.

I fell in love with someone who was in love someone else.

It had happened before, but why was this different?

Why now?

They are branded in the back of my mind and will stay there for the rest of my life.

It's like a leech, it drains you.

My pride was my downfall.

I thought I was invincible.

I thought I was the king of everything.

I thought though even though I was hurting inside, I will feel better later.

I thought that all the substances I put in my body wouldn't do a thing to me.

I thought this sadness would be gone.

My negligence was my downfall.

I didn't turn to who I truly needed to in my time of need.

I never prayed,

I never opened the Word,

I went to church camp and cried, but I had no clue as to why I was.

It took me about 16 months to realize how stupid I was for wanting a life with out Him.

I was my own downfall.

Most of the things I did, were my own fault.

I could have said no,

I could have admitted something was wrong,

I could have asked for help.

But I didn't,

And that was my downfall.